Whew! Just brought my (*ahem* I mean not mine, just a foster...) kitty home from his neutering & vaccination. He was lovely and patient on the bus ride home, as always. But as soon as we got inside, he spent the next hour stomping about the house, yowling and growling, and knocking things over. (I've never known a cat before that would literally growl to himself when being ignored.) But I suppose he deserves to complain about such an ordeal.
Now that he's contentedly asleep, curled by my side, I ask myself the quintessential question of feline owners everywhere: Does this cat love me?
He's very friendly, and seems to seek out my company. He's much better fed and sheltered and groomed and cuddled than he was on the streets, and he seems aware of the fact. The problem is, he's indiscriminately affectionate toward everyone - it's like his default state. He happily greets every stranger, and if more than one person is present, he will move from lap to lap so that everyone gets a fair share of petting.
When I finally rehome him, will he miss me? If his new owner isn't as awesome as me, will he notice and be sad? Will he feel any separation anxiety, or are caretakers simply interchangeable parts?
What is love? Is it possible to love everyone, or does it only mean something when it's a limited resource?
Then again, maybe it's all a lost cause, considering that I'm the one who had his balls removed. Alas, perhaps we'll never know.
He does seem to gravitate just slightly more towards "his people" vs. absolute strangers, but you wouldn't notice the preference off-hand.
My current kitty I found outside is very friendly to everyone and really mellow. He likes attention from anyone but flips out when I leave. So My cat would be pretty upset if I left while some of my other cats have been fine living without me.
I never really owned a cat before, but I grew up with them at my grandmothers house. Also I lived with one for a while, since a friend of mine (who owned that cat) had to stay at another city because of her job and couldnīt take her cat with her. During that time I was adored by that cat. She sat in front of my door in the morning, patiently waiting until I woke up and had time to pet her. When I got home from work she greeted me like Iīd been gone for a week and wouldnīt leave my side. In the evening she curled herself up on the chair beside me (I didnīt own a couch) and was upset when I had to carry her outside because I went to bed.
However, the moment my friend was home again I was all but forgotten. Itīs probably just the nature of these animals. They are pretty indifferent about the person they grace with their affection, as long as they feed and cuddle them.^^'